The Saints Go Marching on (to HELL)

For the past two weeks it seems the Superbowl has yet again been over hyped. This year not only was the game lacking high octane offense for majority of the first half, but the commercials, and the halftime show were also failures of epic proportions.

Since the wardrobe "malfunction" of Janet Jackson's halftime performance it seems the NFL is taking the safe approach in choosing who (no pun intended) will perform. Apparently they feel that if we find musicians with one foot in the grave to put on a show, then there will be no controversy, just a horrible halftime allowing everyone to leave the room.

Don't get me wrong, I am a fan of The Who, but they have not put on a legit show in decades, and it showed as they failed to be able to even lip sync properly. At least last year when Bruce Springstein performed he brought some excitement, showing he is still somewhat of a "Boss".

Now on to the true matter at hand. The team that won the big game and continues to march an entire city into the fiery inferno we refer to as hell. Could a worse team, who represents worse values possibly won? That can be debated.

The press tells of how the Saints organization was the thing that saved an entire city after Hurricane Katrina. Even five years later the press continues to dwell on this beautiful tragedy as the Super Bowl neared. Now after they have won it, a city rooted in all that is evil rejoices as the Saints win and fail to see the error of their ways and continue following them blindly into the pit of despair.

No team in any city represents the "7 Deadly Sins" better than the Saints in the city of New Orleans.

7) Wrath: In simplest terms you can refer to wrath as anger. When a team marches onto a field yielding a weapon such as a baseball bat for "inspiration" I contest that this is the first of 7 deadly sins. Gilbert Arenas faces jail time while serving his suspension in the NBA for having a gun in the locker room, yet video is played repeatedly of Reggie Bush yielding a black bat out onto the field.

6) Greed: Money is the root of all evil, and all professional sport franchises deal with this. Owners not wanting to part with their money and players wanting too much money. Reggie Bush will also be used as the prime example for this one, but be sure that several other players are also guilty of this deadly sin. Bush made $2.9 million this season before incentives. You can argue whether or not he was even worth this much based on his production numbers. Next season he is due to make $8 million. Reggie Bush had his rookie contract restructured because he was not achieving any of his player incentive goals. His swollen head leads him to believe he is truly worth more than he actually is. Will he be willing to take a pay cut next season based on how he actually plays, or will he continue to cry like a baby screaming "Show me the money"?

5) Sloth: How can the Saints be considered slothful? Take a look at the past history of this organization. One of the worst teams in the history of the NFL. Players consistently giving up after a few games. The city itself is a lazy one. Instead of rebuilding their free government houses that was paid for by the taxpayers, the lazy people waited and waited for their government handouts. When given cards with sums of over $1,000 on it, instead of spending it on the right things (such as food and clothing), hundreds upon hundreds were reportedly misusing the funds for things like big screen televisions, video games consoles, and numerous other non-necessities. I guess the government should also be held responsible for creating these monsters with a screwed up welfare system.

4) Pride: Who Dat? Need I say more. The constant pounding of ones own chest seems less offensive than continually hearing the the words "Who dat gonna beat dem Saints?" Pride cometh before fall so get those paper bags ready again.

3) Lust: In a clip shown moments before the game ended, but while the game was all but over a quick shot from Bourbon Street was shown. Look carefully and you will see a topless woman as people from a balcony shower her with beads. Mardis Gras was postponed till after the Super Bowl, but based on what I saw, it just looks like an extra week of lust will be filling the streets of New Orleans.

2) Envy: For years the Saints envied most any other team in the league. After the feelings of winning it all is over, the Saints will soon again realize (with perhaps one exception being Drew Breese) that they are not all that, and will begin to be envious of the other teams in the league and what they have at nearly all positions. No disrespect to Breese, but as an organization I feel they still envy the Colts for having Peyton Manning, and if given the opportunity would welcome him back home with open arms, quickly forgetting what Breese has done for them.

1) Gluttony: French, Spanish, Italian, African, Native American, Cajun, and a hint of Cuban traditions are all used in New Orleans cuisine. How can you be that hungry that you feel the need to combine all those different types of traditional foods into one bowl? Gulf oysters on the half-shell, fried oysters, boiled crawfish, and other seafood. Jambalaya, étouffée, gumbo, and red beans and rice are just a small list of local favorites that provide the gluttons of the city to eat until their sinful heart is content.

Enjoy it while you can because that jumbo is going to be even hotter where you are going, but then again, what does Scrappy know?

The Return of Scrappy Sports

After a long hiatus I have returned even scrappier than ever. I stepped aside from this blog not because of my lack of interest in it, but my career at ESPN Radio stood in the way, leading me to neglect my true love of writing.

ESPN Radio has unshackled me (ok I just got fired) allowing me to return to the roots where I first started. Blogging.

Too many people have been editing, re-editing, and straight up killing the words I laid before them in an attempt to silence me from my true opinions on sports. Now I am back with a fresh perspective. Warning the content may be rawer, more controversial, and perhaps even funnier than before.

-Scrappy

Halloween for the Sports Nut

Ok with only a week to go till all the excitement of halloween parties are upon us, Scrappy is here to help with your last minute costume ideas. No normal blog this time, just a list of costume ideas and what you need to make them.

1) Larry Johnson: just take your girlfriend to the party and slap her every 5 minutes.

2) Adam 'pacman' Jones: have your girl dress like a stripper and "make it rain" with fake money

3) Kobe Bryant: get some fake hands and wrap them around your throat. you are a shaqless kobe bryant choking in the playoffs

4) A-Rod: go to the halloween party with your girl friend and leave with whoever is dressed in a madonna costume

5) Tom Brady: all you need is crutches for this one

6) Tony Romo: Diaper, check...Passifier, check...Baby bottle, double check

7) Joba Chamberain: Drive home from the party drunk and get arrested

8) Donovan McNabb: Carry a football with you and randomly throw it at the ground 5 feet in front of someone or throw it 7 feet over their head randomly after making one nice pass

9) Bill Belichick: While playing any party games that the host has planned cheat.

10) Jose Canseco: Tell everyone at the party secrets about your friends then ask if they could help inject a needle in your butt

Could Scrappy Sports go big time?

Well many of you have supported me and my random rants, and sometimes humorously sarcastic sports blogs for quite some time. Others have recently just started reading since I moved to the new site, because of my previous host shutting down without warning. I appreciate all the emails, myspace messages, as well as facebook comments, but could it be time for Scrappy to move on?

Hopefully!!! I am writing this post because as soon as I am finished I will be sending an email to my boss at ESPN radio to see if there is any interest in me doing a sports blog for them. I did not stutter, and no your eyes are not playing tricks on you. Now at first I was tempted to put the web address for the radio station up, or even give out my boss' email to garner more support, but that wouldn't be very "Scrappy".

So instead I decided to write this blog, and take the time to sell myself, and also make a confession. Scrappy is a sell out. I can take some of the edge out of my blogs if it would help get my blog to a wider audience. I could be more serious, although, would that be as fun? Well if that is what it would take for me to make some extra cabbage, then so be it. You all may hate me for a bit, but I know you love Scrappy deep down inside, so you'll be back with open arms.

I guess is what I'm trying to say is, Devin give Scrappy Sports a chance, or at least me. You won't regret it.

But then again, what does Scrappy know?

Are you ready for some futbol?

Another year is quickly coming to an end. The trees are starting to change, and soon in place of Halloween costumes you will start to see Christmas trees popping up all over stores. With a new year, will Americans come any closer to accepting soccer as a major sport, or will it continue to be ignored like vegatables even on an over weight childs plate.

I have heard the excuses, yet I still remain puzzled as to why soccer has yet to catch on. It is the biggest sport world wide, yet it remains burried deep in the bowels of American sports culture. Some people say there is not enough scoring. However a match that ends 3-1 would be the equivalent of a 21-7 football game.

Others say it is too slow paced, but the action is far more continuous than a baseball game where the pitcher takes 10 seconds to get a sign, and the batter takes an additional 5 seconds to adjust his cup, another 3 seconds to spit, and then 6 more seconds to go through his routine that involves tapping the plate with his bat, adjusting the straps on his batting gloves, and occasionally giving his own nipples a quick pinch just for the fun of it.

Others complain about how the players flop and act just to get calls. Have you seen an NBA game recently? Those players are even worse as far as acting. Some Futbol stars are worthy of an Oscar nomination in comparison.

More youth in America play soccer growing up than any other organized youth sport, but somehow interest is lost after a certain point. I will remain baffled by these things until soccer gets a just showing in America.

Now if you think the fans of the Raiders are insain, or cringe thinking of getting a battery thrown at your head in Philly, or you think Red Sox Nation has the greatest following (by the way, how come you didn't hear about something called red sox nation prior to them winning a championship), they all pale in comparison to the groups that follow their futbol club religiously.

Can we try to open our minds and give soccer in America a fair chance. I mean after all we embraced hockey as a national sport and we have more open grassy fields than we do frozen ponds.

But then again, what does Scrappy know?

1981

27 years ago, around the time Scrappy fought his way from the darkness toward the light, a legend was born. Although this time I am not referring to me. I am talking about Pac-man.
Just think, the best selling coin operated game in history was derived from a night out for pizza.
The games creator, Tohru Iwatani was out with some friends for pizza when the idea struck. He took one slice and next thing you know pac-man was born.

In it's history, over $100 million worth of quarters have been dropped in a pac-man game. It took eight people 15 months to create the original Pac-Man arcade game. Four worked on the hardware, four worked on the software. And in case you have not made it to the end of this munch-a-thon there are 256 levels to chew your way through. Ask Billy Mitchell, the first known person to complete the game with a perfect score (3,333,360). He made Pac-man eat every dot, fruit, and ghost (all four ghosts were eaten with each power pellet) taking around 6 hours to do.

There was even a song about Pac-man that made its way up to number 9 on the music charts. The song was based off of Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever"

Pac-Man Fever by Jerry Buckner and Gary Garcia

I gotta pocket full of quarters,
And I'm headed to the arcade.
I don't have a lot of money
But I'm bringing everything I've made.

I've gotta callus on my finger,
And my shoulder's hurtin' too.
I'm gonna eat 'em all up,
Just as soon as they turn blue.

'Cause I've got Pac-Man Fever
Pac-Man Fever
It's driving me crazy
driving me crazy
I've got Pac-Man Fever
Pac-Man Fever
I'm going out of my mind
going out of my mind
I've got Pac-Man Fever
Pac-Man Fever
I'm going out of my mind
going out of my mind.

I've got all the patterns down,
Up until the ninth key.
I've got Speedy on my tail,
And I know it's either him or me.

So I'm heading out the back door,
And in the other side.
Gonna eat the cherries up,
And take 'em all for a ride.

Chorus

I'm gonna fake it to the left,
And move to the right,
'Cause Pokey's too slow,
And Blinky's out of sight.

Now I've got 'em on the run,
And I'm looking for the high score.
So it's once around the block,
And I'll slide back out the side door.

I'm really cookin' now,
Eating everything in sight.
All my money's gone,
So I'll be back tomorrow night.

Chorus

Now you may wonder why I am telling you the history of Pac-man on a sports blog. The truth is Adam "pacman" Jones, the cowboys corner back, has made a mockery of the once untarnished name Pac-man.

Adam "pacman" Jones, again is causing a stir getting into an argument with one of his own security guards at a hotel. He will most likely have to have a meeting about this new incident with the NFL commish. Hopefully for the sake of retro video games he will be forever stripped of the name pacman, because so far he has done nothing to deserve a name as legendary as the great yellow, pill swallowing Pac-Man.

But then again, what does Scrappy know?